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Monthly Archives: August 2013

John Keats never climbed Mount Wallamatogus in Penobscot, Maine, the rusty mound of scuffed granite that slopes down to the Northern Bay of the Bagaduce. But had he been with Lesley and me yesterday, it definitely would have inspired an ode to Autumn. Surely we were wandering in the romantic poet’s “season of mists and … Continue reading →

John Keats never climbed Mt. Wallamatogus, the rusty mound of scuffed granite that slopes down to the Northern Bay of the Bagaduce River. But it would surely have inspired an ode to autumn, one late August morning when I found myself walking its barrens. Surely I was wandering in the Romantic poet’s “season of mists … Continue reading →